take me back to years ago. take me back where i wasn’t like this. take me back when i didn’t hate so much. take me back to when i wasn’t surrounded. take me back to when i didn’t only pay attention to the rhetoric of internal slumber. emotions at rest today, having no heart to hold them anymore. where is the relief?

I’d rather play with my greasy locks, and complain about the residue on my finger tips than to drop my useless limbs into the bathtub

every other month,
i fly.
when my mind fills with worries and unease,
my lungs expand with fear not air,
my heart speeds,
and with a single backpack
i take a bus to the airport.
long ride listening to my comfort songs
is just a beginning to my little getaway.
(i already feel calm writing about this moment)

quick 30 mins wait at the gate, then
i fly.
my reality you can wait for me at the airport
right where i left you,
because you deserve a break too.

see you in 5 days.
i'll meet you back at the airport.

of dew
like turquoise fountain springs
trickles misty rose
in color
on a palette
so, she clings.

And I'd paint her
crimson red,
as she's laying softly
in her whispers
on my moonlit, star borne bed.

As the morning sun
appeals
blowing golden kisses,
honey sweet
and so she kneels.

It's a wonderfully blended
hue
when amber sands
of moonlight
a little shy and blue
sneak up on the twilight
to kiss the morning dew.

I fell for the boy
Making sandwiches in the kitchen
Fell for his eyes
A deep green
Like a pine tree
I fell deep for the boy in the kitchen
And boy I love him
And the way he looks at me.

our demons,
they don't play well together

It’s where we smoked our cigarettes
because we were already living for way too long
but we never jumped of the roof

we only let the smoke
burn our lungs from inside out
and wanted death to come closer slowly.

He had fire at his fingertips
so when he grabbed at my waist
he
    burned
                 soul
                        deep